Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

Han Sen followed Nietzsche back to the activity room. Nietzsche was already sitting on the sofa with a cold expression and a very displeased expression.

But his eyes were just looking straight at the blank wall in front of him, he didn't know what he was thinking, and his bright red lips were tightly pressed together.

People who don't know Nietzsche may think that the man in front of him is a beautiful man with a withdrawn personality, but Han Sen can clearly feel that Nietzsche Lutheran is very, very unhappy now.

After entering the door, Han Sen didn't say anything, just walked over, walked straight to the edge of the sink, poured a cup of hot water for Nietzsche who was silent, turned his head and said in a deep voice, "Don't teach him a lesson. Is that Hong Jian very arrogant and has been provoking us all the time, and you can see that today he really disrespects you."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen put the brewed tea in front of Nietzsche, then casually smoked a cigarette from the cigarette box on the coffee table in front of him and handed it to Nietzsche.

Nietzsche reached out to take the cigarette handed over by Han Sen and bit it in his mouth. Han Sen bent down to light the cigarette for Nietzsche.

Nietzsche held the cigarette between his fingers, took a deep breath, and then sneered: "That's right, they have indeed lived very comfortably recently."

Han Sen nodded and sat beside Nietzsche. He was silent for a while, and then began to say: "Mr. Nietzsche, you can leave this matter to me, but if you want to say hello to Mr. Warden, just say..."

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche, and Nietzsche was still looking straight at the blank wall opposite, with no expression on his face, smoking his injured cigarette slowly, as if he was listening to Han Sen's words, seeing that Nietzsche was not bored, Han Sen kept his eyes open while continuing to say, "Let's say, there are people in Area C hiding drugs, and then let the jailers go and investigate thoroughly. It's best for them to have no peace, and it's best to thoroughly investigate the entire Area C."

After Han Sen said these words, Nietzsche narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Han Sen, paused for a few seconds on Han Sen's face, then nodded, "That's a good idea."

Han Sen looked straight at Nietzsche's fair face and smiled silently.

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"Warden Karl, Mr. Nietzsche Lutheran is here."

In the warden's office, the heater was silently emitting scorching air, and everything was quiet.

Karl was sitting behind his desk, carefully reviewing the information on the new prisoners in his hand, and heard the jailer say that Nietzsche.When Lutheran came over, he was startled for a moment, as if he was a little unexpected, then he quickly took off the glasses on his nose, put them on the table, rearranged his clothes behind him, and then stood up, He waited for Nietzsche to come in, with a slightly nervous expression.

The jailer opened the door, and Nietzsche, who was wearing a long light gray trench coat, came in. After Nietzsche entered, the jailer who informed him went out, took a chair and moved it in front of the warden's office, before closing the door .

"Mr. Nietzsche, please sit down."

Warden Karl raised his hand and invited Nietzsche to sit down.

Nietzsche nodded, and sat down with his legs crossed. His slender hands without gloves were folded upright and placed in front of him. His emerald green eyes looked straight at Karl.

Karl was terrified by Nietzsche's always gloomy and dark eyes.

He still clearly remembers the first time he met Nietzsche. At that time, he didn't know Nietzsche's background. The main reason was that Nietzsche's beautiful appearance really didn't match his background. Arrogant young man.

As a result, Nietzsche had someone hold him down, holding a signature pen in his hand, and inserted the tip of the pen into his eyeball little by little, almost digging out the eyeball of his left eye, and a lot of blood flowed out of the eye at that time.

Karl thought that his eyes might be crippled, so he just covered his bleeding eyes, curled up on the ground and howled in pain, his whole body twitching in pain.

His vision was bright red. Karl still remembers Nietzsche's expression at that time. There was a very happy look in the dark green eyes, and the red lips were slightly upturned. The expression was surprisingly beautiful and hideous, as if bloodthirsty would bring him The boundless joy made his blood boil.

So, from then on, whenever Karl saw Nietzsche's face, he would feel trembling all over.

"What do you need from me, Mr. Nietzsche? If there is anything you need, I will try my best to help you!"

Karl watched Nietzsche sit down, and sat down himself. His subordinates must not have known that his usually serious boss would be so at a loss in front of Nietzsche Lutheran.

"How many people in Area C are mine now."

Nietzsche was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he went straight to the point.

"Out of the [-] people, three belong to you. In the past few years, a lot of your people have left."

Karl said seriously that he was very clear about Nietzsche's influence here. Nothing in the Roman prison would change, but the people inside were always changing. Many people left.

Nietzsche nodded, still looking directly at Karl:

"Recently, they have been too comfortable. I need to teach them a lesson and let them know who is in charge here."

Carl was taken aback for a moment, every time Nietzsche said this, it meant that he had to do something, because disrupting the entire C area, after all, only he, the warden, could do something, something that should be covered up It still needs to be covered up, even if Nietzsche Lutheran himself feels unhappy with the people in Area C, he can't do anything blatantly. Some things, as long as everyone knows it well.

"What do you want me to do?"

Karl looks at Nietzsche.

Nietzsche said lightly:

"There are people hiding drugs in Area C. I want your men to thoroughly inspect Area C. Don't leave a single place behind. But anyone who is caught will be thrown into a confinement room and locked up for two months."

Carl was taken aback,

"I can't do this, if the higher ups find out, I'm screwed, and..."

Just when Karl was in a hurry to make excuses for himself, Nietzsche stood up, walked slowly to Karl's side, his eyes looked straight at Karl's sight.

Karl blinked and looked at Nietzsche with an uneasy expression.

Nietzsche stretched out his hand suddenly, squeezed Karl's chin with his fingers, and said with a grim expression: "Why, those bastards are disobedient, and now you are starting to be disobedient too? I, Nietzsche Lutheran, have never experienced such a thing in my life. Big insult."

Warden Karl swallowed, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he was so intimidated that he couldn't speak for a while, but he just swallowed, and tightly held the handles on both sides of the chair with both hands, his knuckles blushing. white.

Nietzsche suddenly restrained his expression, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at Warden Karl with a cold expression, then reached out and took out a paper-cut utility knife from the office supplies beside Karl's hand, and said, "Karl , Do you still remember the scene when we met for the first time? Why, it’s only been a few years, and you’ve forgotten it so quickly?”

"Nie, Mr. Nietzsche..."

Warden Karl looked at the knife in Nietzsche's hand with a pale face. This lynching mob had a fascinating and lifelike face, but he was an out-and-out bastard in private!

But... this out-and-out bastard made him tremble with fear!

"The mask of hypocrisy is really annoying, let us tear it apart with our own hands."

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche picked up the utility knife and slowly scratched it from the side of Karl's face. Karl clearly felt the skin on his face was cut open by the blade, and the dermis under the epidermis was slowly torn, and the warm blood The feeling of slowly sliding down from the cheeks, until it flowed to the chin, and then dripped on my clothes.

"I'm willing to do anything!"

Warden Karl let out a low growl in horror, but he was afraid that the blade would embed deeper into his cheek, so he could only make a low sound, not daring to touch the flesh on his face.

Hearing this answer, Nietzsche smiled happily, put down the knife in his hand, took out a tissue from the tissue box beside him, seemed to gently wipe the blood on Carl's face, and then He reached out and patted Carl's face: "That's right."

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche slid his thumb, retracted the utility knife in his hand, put it in his pocket, put his hands in the pocket of his coat, and walked out with graceful steps.

"Bang!", the door of the office was closed.

Warden Karl suddenly relaxed, slipped on his seat, his forehead and back were covered with cold sweat, the blood on his face seemed to freeze instantly because of too much tension, and he unexpectedly fell on his seat in such a short period of time. It no longer flows out.

Carl reached out and touched his face, looked at the bloody redness on his hand, trembling, took out a piece of paper from the tissue box on his desk, and covered his face.

Ten minutes later, all the guards in the Roman prison received the news that at 10 o'clock the next morning, there was a collective surprise inspection of District C (Chinese District), as long as the prisoners who were caught hiding drugs were caught, they would all be arrested and locked up for two months. confinement.